The Worst Takes Its Time To Come,

I Don't Believe In Anything, Mother," I Said. "you Told Armand Long Ago That You Believe You'll Find Answers In The Great Jungles And Forests; That The Stars Will Finally Reveal A Vast Truth. But I Don't Believe In Anything. And That Makes Me Stronger Than You Think

I Never Knew What Life Was Until It Ran Out In A Red Gush Over Any Lips, My Hands!

Don't You See? It Is A New Age. It Requires A New Evil. And I Am That New Evil.

Advice To A New Writer: There Are No Rules In This Profession. Do What Is Good For You. Read Books And Watch Films That Stimulate Your Writing. In Your Writing, Go Where The Pain Is; Go Where The Pleasure Is; Go Where The Excitement Is. Believe In Your Own Original Approach, Voice, Characters, Story. Ignore Critics. Have Nerve. Be Stubborn.

I'm Speaking Of The Character Of Human Beings, Not What They Believe In. I'm Speaking Of Those Who Won't Accept A Useless Life Just Because They Were Born To It. I Mean Those Who Would Be Something Better. They Work, They Sacrifice, They Do Things..." He Was Moved By This, And I Was A Little Surprised That I'd Said It. Yet I Felt I'd Had Hurt Him Somehow. "there Is Blessedness In That." I Said. "there's Sanctity. And God Or No God, There Is Goodness In It. I Know This The Way I Know The Mountains Are Out There, That The Stars Shine.